A few days later, the Tower Top of the Omiya Hive City.
In the spacious office, the Black Watch stood outside the door, while inside, many local officials waited in line with helpless expressions.
At the same time, pair after pair of eyes kept glancing forward, looking at the young man behind the huge, ornate desk.
And the Tech-Priest and the tall Astartes beside him.
And Yuwa, a minor noble who originally wouldn't have even been qualified to enter the Hive City, had become Sith's assistant in managing the entirety of Omiya III.
While directing staff to stack up towering reports, she handed the summarized list to Sith.
"I have already sent out the information about purchasing a navigator according to your orders, my lord, but so far, we have not received any response other than pleas for help."
Looking at the mountain of reports, Sith flipped through them while recalling the scene of sending the message after returning; in response to his request to buy a navigator, all he received were desperate pleas for help from countless worlds.
It felt as if as soon as a world appeared on the public channel, regardless of their situation, they would immediately be treated like a straw by a group of drowning people, grasped with all their might.
And if you didn't respond, you would even be dragged into the subsequent communications cursing the Empire.
Sith put away his stray thoughts, withdrew his gaze from the mountain of reports, and then picked up the summary report to check the specific situation of Omiya III.
Before getting a navigator, Sith had to find a way to forge the entirety of Omiya III into a fortress to face the Tyranids!
But as soon as he picked it up and looked, Sith immediately frowned.
With a hint of disbelief, Sith looked at Yuwa:
"Does the entire Omiya III only have 1.6 billion people now?"
Yuwa looked helpless, even glancing at the group of officials waiting in line behind her with hatred, before explaining:
"Omiya is just a moon, and its original population was only about 5 billion. With the severance of external contact, Omiya III simply could not support such a huge population."
In this short sentence, Sith seemed to see what the people on Omiya III had endured.
Without continuing to ask further, Sith had to skip this item and continue down, and then his brow furrowed even tighter:
"No starch reserves?"
He looked up in confusion, and before Sith could ask what they ate if there were no reserves, Yuwa had already answered:
"We mainly rely on the limited chemical waste and... the relatively abundant biological remains."
Sith paused again; although this was the norm for the Empire, Sith still had an inexplicable urge to curse.
He continued to bury himself in the report until he saw the industrial capacity, at which point he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"Still able to mass-produce rifles and artillery; given the previous two points, this is very good!"
Sith forced a smile to offer encouragement, but Yuwa's expression became even uglier, and then, with a hint of irrepressible grief and indignation, she averted her gaze:
"Because everyone is afraid that the Empire abandoned us because they felt our production capacity wasn't enough, so everyone has been working even harder."
Sith: "..."
His expression stiffened slightly; Sith finally put down the summary, his mouth twitching a few times. Faced with Yuwa and what he was about to say, Sith really couldn't maintain an upbeat expression.
After holding it in for a long time, Sith finally took a deep breath and stood up.
Without looking at Yuwa, Sith made himself appear as cold as possible:
"Based on the situation of Omiya III."
"I demand that, from this moment on, everyone must work at least eighteen Terran hours every day."
Sith emphasized the word 'at least'.
"Except for production workers, everyone else, regardless of gender or age, is conscripted and must accept wartime deployment and training."
"All dwellings outside the Hive City must also be unconditionally demolished and used as materials to build the defense line."
"I want every person, every rifle, and every stone on Omiya III to be ready to be hurled at the enemies of the Empire!"
As Sith spoke, the expressions of Bruno, Davi Luo, and the others behind him became increasingly spirited, and the officials further down were also somewhat stirred.
Only Yuwa withdrew her averted gaze, opened her mouth several times, but truly could not bring herself to agree.
After scanning the crowd, Sith focused his gaze solely on Yuwa.
After a pause, Sith suddenly raised his hand and patted Yuwa on the shoulder:
"Do not fear sacrifice, for only through sacrifice is there hope."
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